Stress Out [R. H]

Stress out [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.3k

N/A: I'm too stressed out, I wish I could have a Rodrick, but instead I wrote this lol

You dropped your head against the head of the bed, feeling how everything around you was spinning. You needed five minutes to rest from everything you were doing, but you were afraid of falling asleep on that little break. Your room was a mess, on your lap was a laptop, and you were surrounded by books, notes, and magazines.

Downstairs you heard your mother talking to someone and then the sound of the door closing, but you paid no attention to it and continued looking through the lined notebooks for something that could help you complete your essay. You were so focused that you didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs or the boy who then leaned against the frame of your door.

"Hey"

"Rodrick?" you said looking at him. He wore a plaid shirt over a black one, skinny jeans, and his usual stained tennis shoes. He looked really cute with messy hair, but to be honest, he looked handsome either way. “What are you doing here? It's not Friday” you exclaimed and you had to look at the date on the calendar to make sure of that.

"I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend a little more," he said shrugging as he entered the room "Oh and we also have this thing, what is its name? Ah yes, algebra project” he joked and you closed your eyes in frustration.

"Shit! I had completely forgotten” you moaned and covered your face with both hands, feeling the stab of pain in your head increase considerably “God, I'm so sorry. Let me clean this place up a bit…” you said, reaching over the computer to pick up most of the documents. Rodrick instantly noticed your frown and tired eyes, but he said nothing and just sat in the swivel chair at your desk. “Mind if I take five more minutes to try and finish this paragraph? I don't want to lose the thread”

"Sure, no problem," he said with a small smile, putting his backpack aside and taking one of his notebooks. Actually, he wasn't going to do the homework, he was trying to complete a song for the band, but you didn't have to know that.

As the minutes passed (which were more than five) Rodrick could notice your frustration and when he noticed your slightly crystallized eyes, he knew it was time to intervene.

"Wow, time out," he said approaching you and carefully taking the computer away from you. Even though you moaned, he placed it on the table next to him "Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it seems that you are about to burst into tears and also forgot that I would come” he murmured taking a seat in front of you, leaning on one hand "I mean, you never forget anything, I'm the distracted one here"

"I'm fine, I just need to finish my essay so I can start with algebra and then with science class."

"Science is due next week and you still have two days for your essay," he said as an observation.

"I know, but I want to get a good grade and if I don't work on it from now on, I won't be able to do it well" you snorted and Rodrick grinned.

“For God's sake, Y/N, you'll get a good grade even if you do your work with your eyes closed. I always hand things over a day later and the teachers give me a wonderful C” he laughed, making you smile just a little too. But somehow the tears escaped from your eyes and then there was no way to stop them "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he was quick to say, at your sudden change in mood, while he extended his arms so he could hug you. Although almost no one believed it, Rodrick was excellent at comforting people (but only you had the privilege of knowing) so that day he was no exception. "Tell me what's wrong, babe," he asked softly. His hands were already on your back, giving gentle strokes, and his cheek was resting against your head.

"I'm so sorry, it's just..." you sobbed, struggling to be able to say something coherent "I feel so pressured by the school and lately I have a hard time concentrating, which makes it even worse" you confessed, with your face hidden in his shirt "And today I completely forgot you were coming, we haven't talked for days because of the stupid school, we haven't had a date in weeks and I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world”

"No, you're not" she murmured against your hair, tightening her grip on your body "I've been busy with the band too, it's not all your fault"

"I can't take this fucking migraine anymore and I just can't finish anything I started" you continued, between sobs, and he felt her chest hurt a little when he heard you cry "I feel so frustrated" you completed. His hands were firm on your body and contrary to what you expected he smelled pretty good. He liked the cologne that he wore, very masculine and that he reminded you (for some reason) of the beach. And suddenly you realized that despite what you had said, things didn’t seem so terrible being in the arms of Rodrick. His cotton plaid shirt was warm and his chin resting on your head was reassuring. It was strange how a boy who seemed so rude and brusque could bring that peace to you.

"Love, I think you are burdening yourself with too much work" he exclaimed, once you were a little calmer "You should relax for a while, maybe that will work" he whispered tenderly and carefully separated from you. When you were about to complain you felt his hands go up to your shoulders and then he spoke again "You are too tense, let me help you, okay?" he hummed, and immediately afterward he began to massage your shoulders, gently, while you closed your eyes and gave in to his caresses. He was very good with his hands, a direct consequence of being a drummer.

He continued to do this for a few seconds, managing to make you more and more sleepy each time, until you felt his full lips press against yours in what began as a soft kiss. Suddenly the tension and stress were less and all your attention was directed to the feeling of your mouth against his. It's been a long time since you gave him a kiss (a proper one) and it didn't take long to get on his lap so you could deepen the contact. His hands traveled to your thighs (I loved putting them there) and yours went up to hold his face. Rodrick loved that you treated him like that, holding him by both cheeks as if he were something worth caring for. You separated just a few millimeters every so often to take a breath, but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying every part of your body in contact with his until finally you couldn't put it off any longer and you had to separate.

Your breathing was racing and when you brought your forehead to his you knew that Rodrick was also trying to catch his breath. Maybe it was thanks to the hormones that kiss had triggered in your brain, but the stress had definitely subsided.

"Better?" he asked and you could feel that victorious smile on your lips. You were finally able to imitate his smile as you brought your lips together for the second time making sure to kiss him more calmly.

"Somehow you always know what I need, my pretty boy" you praised him and he gave a little laugh as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"So do you want me to continue kissing you or do we do the algebra project?"

“Fuck the project. Fuck the school” you said without thinking twice and kissed him again while pushing him to lie on your bed.

In the end, you got a C on your project, but it was totally worth it.

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a royal pain // s.b

Summary: Prince Sirius is determined to be with you, despite the feud between the kings you call your fathers. Contains: Fluff, a smidge of angst A/N: Entry for @fairydxll‘s writing challenge, using the prompts  5. “Do me a favor and don’t start a war while I’m gone.”  12. “Don’t tease me or I’ll take away kissing privileges.” and  20. “I love it when you’re clingy.” Part of a royal!marauders collab with @velvetcloxds and @mendesxruel

“What’s wrong with her?” you asked Sirius, your eyes trained on one of the girls dancing amidst the crowded ballroom. 

“Easy.” he said, chest puffed out and a smirk beginning to form on his lips. “She’s not you.”

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At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

I don’t even know who Rodrick Heffley is but I saw eyeliner and was like - hell yes. 

And now I’m in love 🧎‍♀️💍

Eyeliner [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 941

N/A: I promised I wouldn't, but I really couldn't help but write about this man. He's just gorgeous and again I feel like I'm just falling in love with the chaotic, sensual type who might-not-be-straight.

If you want to request something, take advantage of the fact that Rodrick's fever is in my body

"Don’t move!" you half yelled at the boy in front of you, getting a growl in response. Your hand settled on his head and your fingers tangled in his unruly strands of hair, pulling hardback.

"Ouch!" he complained, for the thousandth time that day "If you're going to pull my hair like that, I would rather we were in a more private place, you kno—OUCH!"

"Shut the fuck up if you want this to look good," you said rolling your eyes and loosening your grip on his hair, feeling slightly guilty for being rude to him. But come on, Rodrick always found a way to rile you up. You had been friends for God knows how many years and you had always accompanied him in his madness, knowing the enormous problems you would have later.

So, when he talked to you about forming a band you didn't question him either and you just attended his rehearsals and helped him stamp T-shirts with that horrible name “Löded Diper”.

That was his third concert and the biggest so far (the first had been in the garage of his house with only his parents and the second had been in the nursing home where his grandfather lived) and Rodrick was excited. The band really wasn't that great, but you liked seeing the boy's excitement playing drums and the fantasy that being in a band would make all women fall at his feet.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” he asked looking at you from below. He was sitting in a chair and you were standing, thinking how much he would be upset if you took a seat on his lap to rest. But you were going to continue to the end, that idiot had to look stunning.

"Who is in charge of the image of the band? You or me?" you asked raising an eyebrow. You took one look at his pretty brown eyes framed with eyeliner and pursed your lips, thinking what else you could add to it.

"You sure this won't make me look stupid?"

"You might look stupid, but that won't be the fault of my makeup" you clarified and he suppressed a smile. He was so used to such cruel jokes that nothing surprised him anymore. Your hand was still on his head, but now as a kind touch "That's it!" you said clicking your tongue and reaching into your makeup bag to search for something. Rodrick's lips were red enough already, but you knew a little shine would do them good. He didn't complain and after doing that you had plenty of time to comb his voluptuous brows with a small brush. After that, you took the round mirror next to you and put it in front of him, proud of what you did.

Rodrick took a few seconds to look at himself, turning his face in both directions, then pursed his lips in a smile.

"It looks decent"

"It looks great" you corrected him and you managed to get a smile out of him.

"Ok, it looks great," he said reluctantly, only to see the happy expression on your face.

“Now just let me...” you started to say, as you bent down to adjust the hair you had messed up. You didn't notice his attentive gaze until you lowered your eyes and the way he was looking at you made you nervous.

"What perfume do you use?"

"Sorry?"

“Your perfume” he repeated because you thought you had heard wrong "It smells good" he smiled at you and both of you heard a person announcing the band through the microphone.

"It's your turn, Casanova," you said kindly. He got up from the chair and the distance between you was shorter than you expected, so you had to look up a bit. You had to admit that maybe putting eyeliner on him had been a bad idea as he looked even sexier and that meant having to share him with the girls in the audience.

"Thanks, I guess"

"Why?"

"For being here" he replied and you looked at him in disbelief. It took you by surprise for two simple reasons: one, Rodrick never thanked you (or anyone) for anything, and two, you thought that your support for him had always gone unnoticed, as if he was so used to it that he didn't notice "Taking care of the image of the band and stuff" he completed, trying to sound a little more casual. But he was actually very grateful to have you there.

"There is nothing to be thankful for," you said with a smile. At the distance you were, you could feel his body heat and his breath "But when you cash your first check make sure you take me to Las Vegas" you joked and he chuckled, hearing the second call from the emcee.

"Done deal" he promised and put his hand on your arm, leaving a friendly grip on your bare skin "See you later"

"Good luck" you replied and watched him walk away towards the stage, but not before turning around and playfully winking at you.

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

When you got home you were so tired that you ended up asleep in the passenger seat, leaning against his shoulder. And then he realized that even though he had a hard time admitting it, he was madly in love with you.

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STOP THIS IS SO GOOD

i desperately need quality time with draco ugh like we dont even have to do much, just drown in blankets and cuddles on the bed while watching a horror movie. PLS he would be scared of them and i would def tease him

"'S alright dray don't be scared"

"Shut up 'm not scared"

No, stop cuz he would actually watch it and act all tough but when you look up at him, his eyes are closed and he flinches at every harsh sound the movie makes, but he's trying, he really is, because you wanted to see the movie, and even though he's terrified he still tries to be tough for you and hugs you, so you can find refuge on his shoulder, but he's secretly wishing you'd baby him and reassure him that you're there and that it's ok, that you're not gonna leave his side, whilst his head lays on your chest and your fingers tangle in his hair, and that's just what you did as soon as you saw this sight of him, his squinting and focusing on decorations on your room to distract himself, made you realize this movie was torture to him, so you immediately turn it off and he questions it given your previous eagerness to watching it "why'd you turn it off?" You hesitate to answer truthfully not wanting to make him feel bad and say "I'm sleepy, come'ere i wanna cuddle you" he believes your statement but tries to act tough and says "no, let me cuddle you" even though all he wanted in this moment was for you to hold him "shut it Malfoy and stop being stubborn, now get your ass here" you turn on your side to cuddle him and he lowers down to fit into the crook of your neck while your legs tangled under the cozy blanket, as he snuggles into you he casts wandless spell that came in handy plenty of times, and the fluffy almost cloud like duvet tucked you in, he complained "how can you watch that? That's bloody masochism" you rolled your eyes ignoring his pathetic attempts to seem tough, he spoke again "i mean only a crazy person enjoys watching that" you were about to burst out laughing but decided to make light if the situation by saying "I'm crazy about you Draco" he blushed...a lot, minutes pass by, the room was cold and the rain splattered on the window, but somehow you and Draco seemed to defy temperature by keeping eachother warm, as the thunder rumbled and growled Draco held on a little tighter which seemed impossible, but he ceased to snuggle a little closer everytime, you almost giggled at his babied antics and said "sure you wanna cuddle ME now?" A muffled response cam from under the sheets "shut up" his cheek was squished against your chest which made his response almost inaudible, for a second you stopped your movements on his back and head, to what he almost threw a tantrum at, peaking his head from the duvet "why'd you stop?!" You giggled more, your boyfriend was an actual child, you continue your movements and said "ok, ok I'm sorry" as he snuggled back in your chest, this snuggly position and the warmth you gave eachother made it incredibly difficult to wake up in the morning, but it didn't matter anyway, since the next day was Saturday

Wow that's a little longer than I expected lol, i hope you like it <33

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Eyeliner [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 941

N/A: I promised I wouldn't, but I really couldn't help but write about this man. He's just gorgeous and again I feel like I'm just falling in love with the chaotic, sensual type who might-not-be-straight.

If you want to request something, take advantage of the fact that Rodrick's fever is in my body

"Don’t move!" you half yelled at the boy in front of you, getting a growl in response. Your hand settled on his head and your fingers tangled in his unruly strands of hair, pulling hardback.

"Ouch!" he complained, for the thousandth time that day "If you're going to pull my hair like that, I would rather we were in a more private place, you kno—OUCH!"

"Shut the fuck up if you want this to look good," you said rolling your eyes and loosening your grip on his hair, feeling slightly guilty for being rude to him. But come on, Rodrick always found a way to rile you up. You had been friends for God knows how many years and you had always accompanied him in his madness, knowing the enormous problems you would have later.

So, when he talked to you about forming a band you didn't question him either and you just attended his rehearsals and helped him stamp T-shirts with that horrible name “Löded Diper”.

That was his third concert and the biggest so far (the first had been in the garage of his house with only his parents and the second had been in the nursing home where his grandfather lived) and Rodrick was excited. The band really wasn't that great, but you liked seeing the boy's excitement playing drums and the fantasy that being in a band would make all women fall at his feet.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” he asked looking at you from below. He was sitting in a chair and you were standing, thinking how much he would be upset if you took a seat on his lap to rest. But you were going to continue to the end, that idiot had to look stunning.

"Who is in charge of the image of the band? You or me?" you asked raising an eyebrow. You took one look at his pretty brown eyes framed with eyeliner and pursed your lips, thinking what else you could add to it.

"You sure this won't make me look stupid?"

"You might look stupid, but that won't be the fault of my makeup" you clarified and he suppressed a smile. He was so used to such cruel jokes that nothing surprised him anymore. Your hand was still on his head, but now as a kind touch "That's it!" you said clicking your tongue and reaching into your makeup bag to search for something. Rodrick's lips were red enough already, but you knew a little shine would do them good. He didn't complain and after doing that you had plenty of time to comb his voluptuous brows with a small brush. After that, you took the round mirror next to you and put it in front of him, proud of what you did.

Rodrick took a few seconds to look at himself, turning his face in both directions, then pursed his lips in a smile.

"It looks decent"

"It looks great" you corrected him and you managed to get a smile out of him.

"Ok, it looks great," he said reluctantly, only to see the happy expression on your face.

“Now just let me...” you started to say, as you bent down to adjust the hair you had messed up. You didn't notice his attentive gaze until you lowered your eyes and the way he was looking at you made you nervous.

"What perfume do you use?"

"Sorry?"

“Your perfume” he repeated because you thought you had heard wrong "It smells good" he smiled at you and both of you heard a person announcing the band through the microphone.

"It's your turn, Casanova," you said kindly. He got up from the chair and the distance between you was shorter than you expected, so you had to look up a bit. You had to admit that maybe putting eyeliner on him had been a bad idea as he looked even sexier and that meant having to share him with the girls in the audience.

"Thanks, I guess"

"Why?"

"For being here" he replied and you looked at him in disbelief. It took you by surprise for two simple reasons: one, Rodrick never thanked you (or anyone) for anything, and two, you thought that your support for him had always gone unnoticed, as if he was so used to it that he didn't notice "Taking care of the image of the band and stuff" he completed, trying to sound a little more casual. But he was actually very grateful to have you there.

"There is nothing to be thankful for," you said with a smile. At the distance you were, you could feel his body heat and his breath "But when you cash your first check make sure you take me to Las Vegas" you joked and he chuckled, hearing the second call from the emcee.

"Done deal" he promised and put his hand on your arm, leaving a friendly grip on your bare skin "See you later"

"Good luck" you replied and watched him walk away towards the stage, but not before turning around and playfully winking at you.

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

When you got home you were so tired that you ended up asleep in the passenger seat, leaning against his shoulder. And then he realized that even though he had a hard time admitting it, he was madly in love with you.

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